I hate TVs more than anything in the fucking world.
I hate the noise they make, I hate the things people watch on them, I hate the mindlessness of it all.
I have a television in my room that I trashpicked in 7th grade. I play my playstation two and my dvd player is hooked up to it. I don’t use it every day. I have asked for cable for two reasons, one, so I could watch Harry Potter Weekend, and two, so I could watch Doctor Who. TWO THINGS that no one else in my family even allows me to watch because it runs in their “football” watching or “Deadliest Catch”. I am the only one who doesn’t have cable. HERE’S THE FUNNY THING. No one watches TV in their rooms (even though their tvs are never turned off), and they all fight over the TV downstairs.
I fucking hate it. There’s no fucking point. My little brother just came into my room, took my TV because he broke something on his, and expects me to be okay with it. It’s 9:30. He shouldn’t be watching TV, he should be getting ready for bed. Can’t sleep without noise? There’s this thing called a fucking radio. It’s less fucking obnoxious, uses less electricity, and doesn’t light up the whole house.
I. HATE. TELEVISION.
I wanted to play Spyro but I guess I’m not important enough to have my own tv that I fucking trashpicked.
Honestly. Everyone here gets things handed to them except me.
If you sit in front of a television for more than two hours a day watching mindless fucking bull shit like 16 and Pregnant or Deadliest Catch or Spongebob, just know that I have absolutely zero respect for you.
Go read a fucking book.
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